Chapter 604: Light‑Speed Sliding Kneel

"So high!"

In the textile workshop of the wealthy He Dafu family in Bianzhou, Fang Chongyong saw the loom that Da Zhenhui had mentioned.

He also, like a naive young man who had never seen the world, uttered all sorts of exclamations.

A child as light as a swallow stood above, following the jacquard patterns one by one and speaking aloud. His mother sat below, feet on the ground, throwing the shuttle and beating the weft.

The two coordinated with tacit understanding.

They conveyed information in the form of singing.

"What?" Hua Xiyan called Xia Huan in, and, seeing her somewhat cautious expression, asked in a clear voice.

Wang Qi nodded; this method was indeed common, yet he still couldn't discern Hua Xiyan's intention. In fact, a vague thought lingered in his mind—just thinking of it seemed too bold, too risky, and he believed Hua Xiyan would not act that way.

Bai Yun and she shared an unspoken understanding; recognizing one's own feelings and choosing to accept them was not easy, but he was certain he could do it, and this time would not disappoint Zhou Ziyan.

"Aaa…" The deep tiger roar echoed through the forest, making my legs tremble; I had never felt this before in front of any human, not even before Peng Tousi.

Si Tu Changfeng's second younger brother Chang Xin lived next door, and for a moment she even forgot about it. Sigh, so many things happened that day that she felt as if she were in a different world.

The Huangshui River is the largest river in Rong Nation, flowing across most of its territory, stretching over ten thousand li. If it were to breach its banks, it would bring incalculable loss to most of the land. Even without a breach, the river's silt load increases each year, becoming a major headache for the emperor of Rong Nation.

"I just remembered, isn't that childhood sweetheart actually Sun Muyang's wife?" Yang Jinrong's right-hand fan fell heavily onto her left palm, producing a crisp sound that successfully captured Hua Xiyan's thoughts.

Next, Wang Xin and I went straight to a suburban spot in Dongshi, a cargo exchange. According to Wang Xin, the Thunder God would bring some people here to trade goods today. We went over, first to let me meet this Thunder God, and second to witness his cruel methods.

Jin Yinyin pushed open the door and saw Gu Yixin looking very despondent; she jumped in shock—what was going on?

The Penglai Sect Leader's vision went black, and he spat a large mouthful of blood. What did he see? He saw Penglai heading toward decline.

Zhang Heng gently brushed his fingertips, indeed feeling something strange; the jade sword was unsharpened, and as his fingers passed over it, it gave a clear, warm sensation.

Chu Feng's pupils narrowed; a cold edge shot out diagonally, rotating a smooth 180 degrees in the air, then his legs merged, charging toward himself like an electric drill.

"I once heard the old master say that in his youth he was extremely libertine, racking up a mountain of debauchery debts. Because he was overly indulgent, he contracted a libertine illness, but later, using an ancestral formula combined with the cowtail grass unique to Lingfeng Mountain, he finally cured his condition!" Chu Feng said.

On the other side, Han Yiran sat on the bed, opposite him were Ding Ziyu, Chu Huaiming, and Zhang Huai.

The reason they dared to speak for Zhang Heng was also because they were originally people of the Demon Lord… after all, besides assisting Zhang Heng in alchemy, they also had the task of monitoring him.

"Do you think that once you join the company, you can run amok at will?" Yang Muyun said through clenched teeth.

He couldn't guess Han Zhuoling's deep thoughts, but for something so obvious, Tong Chunian, as Han Zhuoling's long-time assistant, could still figure it out.

After that, everyone sang and ate together; Su Yu's gaze never met Ding Ziyu directly, but the corner of her eye constantly glanced at Ding Ziyu's side.

The strongest and most popular region for table tennis is Europe, with the Americas second; in this world, Asia is the continent with the weakest overall table‑tennis strength, and within Asia, the most populous China is one of the lowest‑ranking nations in the sport.